Tekstovi: Tallman. Paperweight.

chasing writing on the wall
bullet-proof and ten feet tall
staining minds with every breath
mocking every chance you get

I stand up to you and I see right through you
I hold my fire up to your paper virtue
I stand up to you and I see right through you
I look inside and find there's nothing in you

I scrape my knees and take the fall
bow and kneel before you crawl
weakness pleases, choice upsets
freedom's lost, become my pet


I stand up to you and I see right through you
I hold my fire up to your paper virtue
I stand up to you and I see right through you
I look inside and find there's nothing in you

I want to believe in something I can feel